This is a song about "Scars on my hip"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I was born rough, i left scars on my mothers pussy

I have those scars in my wrist that nobody could see

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

I get my cake; i love hip hop

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Slicing my legs to leave behind scars

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

I got those scars in my wrist that no one could see.